When I felt him behind me, I calmed. Pushing out of his hold, I approached the tree again, fingers disappearing inside. I gaped, realizing for the first time that I didn’t hear much. There were no scents beyond mine and Zoltilvoxfyn. No touch besides my clothes and the floor beneath me.
He’d made me into a ghost again.
Sunlight burned in my gut. I whirled in a circle, beaming. My knees shook and I tilted dangerously to the side. Fyn snagged me, and I wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you.”
He smiled—a true one. “Wyn and Edith helped me reprogram this exploration experience. I thought it might help.”
It did. There was less. So much less.
“Explore, my Mate. I have you.” Fyn lifted a black device that had a ball in the center. It must control where we were going. Unlike holodecks, experiences only went as far as the room’s edges, nor did they create texture, smell, or taste. The latter three were a major benefit for me.
Stepping forward, I explored the jungle until my legs burned and my lungs struggled to take in air. Eventually, I sat down to rest, watching a waterfall of green water that fell into an emerald pool, encrusted with huge glowing crystals.
Fyn sat behind me, legs bracketing me, and supported my weight. I sagged against him, marveling at the nothingnessaround me. The sights were lovely, but my brain felt calmer than it had since I’d come back into this body.
“Are you well?” Sunshine asked, nose against the nape of my neck. His breath rushed over my scales, making me shiver and snuggle into him.
“Yes.” It was like the volume had finally been turned down. “Can we do this again?”
“As many times as you’d like.”
I sighed, content for the first time in a long time.
We remained in the experience until I could barely stay awake, and then we headed back to our apartment to nap. My steps were slow and hesitant with my exhaustion, but Zoltilvoxfyn supported my weight with an arm around my waist. My eyes wandered over the open windows, and I spied Seth and Kal in the garden. The remnants of a picnic were around them, and Kal and Seth relaxed on the grass.
I wonder where that gray-scaled drakcol is? He’d followed Seth around a lot. Like magic, I spotted him hunkered down near a towering tree with black bark and red and gold leaves. I swore he hadn’t been there a moment ago.
“Who’s that drakcol?” I asked Fyn.
“Who?”
“The one in the garden.”
“Kalvoxrencol?” Fyn asked slowly.
“Sunshine, I know what your brother looks like. The other drakcol.”
“What other drakcol?”
Could Fyn not see him? I pointed. “The gray-scaled one crouched near the tree. He has a screen, and he’s watching Seth and Kal.”
Fyn blinked. “I’m not sure how I didn’t notice him. But no, I don’t know him. He has to have clearance to be here, so he’s not a threat. I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll talk to Kalvoxrencol about it later. Now, you need to rest, my Mate.”
I nodded, watching the strange drakcol until he disappeared from view.
Chapter 52
The greenhouse or a love shack by another name.
Zoltilvoxfyn lay beneath me, a gentle smile on his lips. We’d napped before spending a lazy day in bed filled with cuddling, dozing, snacking, andStar Trek. As darkness started to descend, I’d asked to go outside to the terrace. Fyn, being Fyn, had been worried about me getting sore, so he’d gathered up blankets and pillows aplenty, making a comfortable nest for me.
I started out looking at the stars above me, but now need pulsed deep in my gut. I wanted him inside of me, claiming me. In anticipation of this hopeful outcome, I’d snuck some lube into the mass of items Fyn had carried down. I rubbed my forehead on his, and my floral fragrance flooded my nostrils. Fyn massaged my sides, making even more of my scent fill the air.
“I want you,” I muttered, trailing soft kisses over his face. I dragged a finger down his chest, stroking his stomach before seizing the hem of his shirt and tugging it up. Fyn lifted his arms, allowing me to strip him. I didn’t stop there and quickly pulled off his shoes and pants.
Finally having him bare beneath me, I grabbed his shaft. Fyn gasped, hips arching to follow my movement as I shuttled up and down his steadily hardening cock. When he was fully erect, I slid one of my fingers through the ring in his cock and played with it. He grunted, hips rutting.
“Permissions,” he ground out as I pumped him, careful not to squeeze too hard. I was much stronger now and still not used to it. I’d injured him multiple times, and I felt hella guilty for each one.
